[ as Roche extracts himself from Reno's space, Reno lets his leg down easy, dangling over the edge of the table like the first. with neither one properly supported, he takes the opportunity to stretch one out to rest against the seat of his vacated chair just to keep from sliding off the edge, and then... up?
nah.
he takes the offered hand and leaves it to rest against his chest (and pick fuzz of of it, thanks for that). the smart thing to do would probably be, at least to fix that hiked-up shirt rather than stay there sprawled out and exposed, but if it ain't an issue for anyone else, it sure ain't an issue for him. ]
Think I'll stay like this awhile. It's comfy.
[ it isn't, but being the center of attention is, at least when he has another person to share the spotlight with. since it is, in fact, his turn, he cups his hand for Roche to drop the dice into, and just to work the crowd, he raises his arm up over his head to let the very fancily dressed masked lady sitting across from him give the dice a lucky blow this time. ]
I don't deal in hearts, so it isn't any of my business if they get broken while I'm doing my thing. Collateral damage happens in a place like this. It's the risk you take!
[ general "you," of course.
a tip of his hand sideways and the dice clatter across the remaining space on the table. one lands by his bent arm, which he nudges aside, and the other nearly goes flying—someone reaches out their hand to stop it and then pushes it back into the center. ]
What's it say?
[ they say Lick and Mouth, and it's Reno's turn to snort when the crowd reads off his result. ]
God damn, these things really want us to have a fucking oral fixation, don't they? That is nasty. After you just had that tongue on my ass? Why, I never.
no subject
nah.
he takes the offered hand and leaves it to rest against his chest (and pick fuzz of of it, thanks for that). the smart thing to do would probably be, at least to fix that hiked-up shirt rather than stay there sprawled out and exposed, but if it ain't an issue for anyone else, it sure ain't an issue for him. ]
Think I'll stay like this awhile. It's comfy.
[ it isn't, but being the center of attention is, at least when he has another person to share the spotlight with. since it is, in fact, his turn, he cups his hand for Roche to drop the dice into, and just to work the crowd, he raises his arm up over his head to let the very fancily dressed masked lady sitting across from him give the dice a lucky blow this time. ]
I don't deal in hearts, so it isn't any of my business if they get broken while I'm doing my thing. Collateral damage happens in a place like this. It's the risk you take!
[ general "you," of course.
a tip of his hand sideways and the dice clatter across the remaining space on the table. one lands by his bent arm, which he nudges aside, and the other nearly goes flying—someone reaches out their hand to stop it and then pushes it back into the center. ]
What's it say?
[ they say Lick and Mouth, and it's Reno's turn to snort when the crowd reads off his result. ]
God damn, these things really want us to have a fucking oral fixation, don't they? That is nasty. After you just had that tongue on my ass? Why, I never.